Soul Survivor

survivors make passionate art
ropey keloided souls juxtaposed
with the beauty of our triumph
our bodies
our words
our paint
making rich earth out of past pain
for our universe to grow

I have experienced.
tasted the bitter blade
and the white-hot heat of
unhealed and unforgiven pasts
but this is not a poem of shallow wallowings-

I shall
delve joyously deep into the healing waters of
Iya Yemaya
and touch my ressurection
Oya! has destroyed what I no longer need
I am whole and
my scars are precious brands
that I have lived to heal
lived to love
that I have Lived